Who doesn't love a sleepover? Join Little Miss Ruby Mae and her grandmother, affectionately known as, Gram, on their sleepover adventure filled with eye-capturing illustrations and rhythmic verse designed to teach and entertain.
Who doesn't love a sleepover? Join Little Miss Ruby Mae and her grandmother, affectionately known as, Gram, on their sleepover adventure filled with e...
Little Miss Ruby Mae loves spending time with her Gram and today they are baking cookies. Come join in the fun of cracking eggs, mixing batter, watching cookies bake and the best part....taking a bite
Little Miss Ruby Mae loves spending time with her Gram and today they are baking cookies. Come join in the fun of cracking eggs, mixing batter, watchi...
Come along with Little Miss Ruby Mae and her Gram on their visit to the Zoo. Say, Hello, to all the animals you'll meet and take a moment to learn from them, too.
Come along with Little Miss Ruby Mae and her Gram on their visit to the Zoo. Say, Hello, to all the animals you'll meet and take a moment to learn fro...
Join Ruby and her Gram on their stroll through the neighborhood. Together they explore the great big beautiful world to discover ants, bunnies, bugs, birds, flowers and so much more.
Join Ruby and her Gram on their stroll through the neighborhood. Together they explore the great big beautiful world to discover ants, bunnies, bugs, ...
KRYSTAL'S MOM has set the ultimate goal for an overweight, middle aged woman. Since becoming widowed she has packed on the pounds and now with the wedding of her only daughter just months away she has vowed to join a gym as a means to become a lean, healthy, vibrant mother of the bride. Setting out to pick the perfect workout facility proves eventful to say the least beginning with a less than welcoming encounter with a fist shaking desk clerk at the local gym. Little does the rude desk clerk know but this gym is about to change forever now that Krystal's mom has joined the membership ranks ...
KRYSTAL'S MOM has set the ultimate goal for an overweight, middle aged woman. Since becoming widowed she has packed on the pounds and now with the wed...
Every April, as soon as the thermometer hit sixty-five degrees, the itch to go camping struck John like a bad patch of poison ivy. I knew better than to argue the merits of staying home until the local weatherman could promise nightly temps above freezing. I had not won that argument in thirty years of marriage to the man. This year, as the thermometer on my deck once again reached that magic number, I smiled over my sudsy and steaming-hot sink full of dirty dishes. I recalled the many times John's cry of "Let's go camping " heralded the start to our summer and I recalled the hilarious life...
Every April, as soon as the thermometer hit sixty-five degrees, the itch to go camping struck John like a bad patch of poison ivy. I knew better than ...